THE MAGIC TREES

 Lord of the rings trees

There is this tiny copse of gnarled trees on my walk to the woods. They sit beneath the shade of an old evergreen macrocarpa, in a dip in the path. Their trunks are a little twisted, and some of the roots are showing. These trees seem altogether magical, as if a gnome might pop out of the bank beneath them at any given moment, and ask you to dinner. Yet something about that shady bay, with the twisted trees, seems a little disquieting - the magic of the place is powerful. Every time I pass them by, I hurry onwards, while bidding them 'good day.'